Mount Macpherson Cross Country Skiing, Revelstoke

Today I am going to tell you the story of one of my very favourite winter adventures. I still think about it all the time, and whenever I am around the people I experienced this with the conversation ultimately comes back to it and we laugh for about half an hour. It was one of the most fun weekends of my life.

I have told this story in bits and pieces over the years, but it took place several years ago, pre blog. Lucky for you I already incessantly photographed my life as if I had a blog.

So, a few years ago I was visiting my Bestie Lisa in Calgary during the March Break.

Bestie reunion

Over the weekend I was there we took a road trip to Revelstoke, BC to meet up with Lisa’s sister Heather and Heather’s friends (our Vegas crew, it was the first time I met Matt and Trevor and Tonya).

Let it be known that Revelstoke is a good time. A small town good time. I loved it immediately.

We were all staying at Matt and Trevor’s for the weekend (they live in Toronto now, but had a beautiful house in Revelstoke then), and since Salmon Arm, where my mom and brother live, is only a few hours from Revelstoke, my brother Eric took a bus to meet us for a night!

Here he is walking up to meet us from the bus stop. I was so excited to see him!

Just picture this happening in slow motion.

Sibling reunion

Our plan for the day was cross country skiing on the Mount Macpherson trail. To prepare for this we did what most hardcore skiers would do, and we hit up the liquor store for boxes of wine and beer to bring with us in our backpacks. We rented cross country skis from a shop in downtown Revelstoke and a giant van to take us all to the mountain. It was all very convenient.

We were so excited, and so happy to have Eric with us.

We arrived at the trail head and got into our skis, and it was just perfect. Everything was going smoothly. Perfect weather (almost springlike!), great group of people, and we were all like pro skiers (this did not apply on the way back).

Happily skiing up a mountain with a box o’ wine on my back.

And the mountain views were ridiculous.

Skiing up the mountain was hard work, but we were having such a great time.

A few kilometres later we arrived at the Ole Sandberg cabin, which I was not expecting at all and was the coolest thing I could have imagined.

It was the ideal rest/drinking spot. We took off our skis, broke out the boxes of wine and the beer, and got the party started.

The views were incredible.

And I was so glad to be spending this time with my bestie and my baby brother.

And Heather!

And Matt and Trevor!

This is when I fell in love with these two.

Inside the cabin was a wood stove…

It conveniently had pre-cut dry wood and everything, so we made a fire and hung out inside for a bit.

But outside was so nice that we eventually made our way back out there. It was just shenanigans.

Eric fit right in.

We hung out and talked and laughed for hours. Here’s our entire ski crew, automatic timer for the win.

And then we decided it was time to leave, so we put on our gear to ski back down the mountain. Except by this time we were tired and we may have been drunk. So we forgot how to ski.

And we fell.

A lot.

We fell the entire way down the mountain.

This is my favourite picture taken:

I love that the background is just so beautiful and mountainous…and then there is Eric, trying so hard to get up, hat about to pop off the top of his head, snowpants falling down, skis all mangled. This picture makes me laugh every time I look at it.

So the falling was all fun and games…until it started to get dark.

And we were starting to worry about whether we were going to be able to make it back down. Being on the mountain in the dark did not sound like a good plan.

Eventually we gave up and just sat on the backs of our skis and used them like sleds to slide down the mountain. It worked, and we all made it safely down.

The vans came by to pick us up and brought us back downtown to return our skis. We happened to stumble across a snowboard jam happening in the street!

My pictures of it didn’t turn out, but it was really cool. We were also just ecstatic to finally be off that mountain.

We always talk about how we need to go back and recreate this day, but I know that it will never happen, sadly. Everything came together to make that day incredibly fun and hilarious and we will never be able to do it quite the same again. I just hope to always keep adding new experiences and adventures!

6 responses to “Mount Macpherson Cross Country Skiing, Revelstoke”

Oh wow..what a blast! I love that you took pictures! The picture of Eric is hysterical. How great to have those fun memories. I guess the moral of the story is wine + skiing don’t mix? I am glad you had the wine, though! I am glad you made it down the mountain before it got too dark!

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